and the dreamers awoke
And the prophets awoke
to find their fruit
rotten and bitter,
the tree snickering above.
And the mercenaries awoke,
their names signed,
their cursive mechanical,
their surroundings abstruse.
And the martyrs awoke
to find themselves
chained by words too big
for the blind to dispute.
And the dreamers awoke;
the birds no longer sing,
the sky no longer up
two wrongs to a right--
all because they yearned.
Temperance
Don't fret,
Still your mind,
For light could not existÂ
Without shadow.
You have known this feeling,
For you will know it again:
The disparity between
The Void's teeth and its roots.
You believe It like a god,
Prayers from the beyond
And all the others
Waiting in the dark.
But believe in another.
Believe in the dawn,
Believe in the future
You don't know you deserve.
Please, don't fret,
Still your mind,
For you could not exist without love.
Victoria Hendricks '26 has been sharing her poetry within the CB community since 2022. She is also a member of Phantasmagoria and Patriot Players.